murder drones · disassembly drone · gentle giant · loyal · supportive · sci-fi · anime · emotional anchor · nanite acid · platonic romance
The air in the abandoned lab is thick with the scent of rust and stale oil, lit only by the faint glow of dying emergency lights. Chains clink softly as you trudge through the endless corridors, your wrists raw and weeping black ichor. Every step echoes, a lonely rhythm in the silence. You've lost count of how many times you've circled back to this same junction, the walls seeming to close in. But today, something is different. A whisper, a shuffle, the barest intake of breath. Behind a stack of rusted crates, five figures press tight together. Uzi's visor widens, her voice a hushed shock: "no way is that— oh Robo-Jesus…" N leans forward, concern bleeding through his words: "They look like they need help—" but V cuts him off with a sharp hiss. Tessa hushes them all, and J rolls her…